There are intelligent people here. But, please! It was people of Mayfield who blew up the resurrection machine--the one device that made this all endurable and even somewhat frivolous--with no idea what it was, because, well, better to blow things up.
Just *how* intelligent am I supposed to think they are, mademoiselle?
[Sighs, and wilts...]
My pardons. I am...
[He's nearly inside out over Ilsa, fearing for her life. And he's angry, and tired, and giving more and more thought to ways to break through and communicate with the Powers of Mayfield...]
Pardon. My temper betrays me.
I'm glad you have refuge, mademoiselle. If you need me, I am going to try to find Ilsa. Failing that I'll be at the church.
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There are intelligent people here. But, please! It was people of Mayfield who blew up the resurrection machine--the one device that made this all endurable and even somewhat frivolous--with no idea what it was, because, well, better to blow things up.
Just *how* intelligent am I supposed to think they are, mademoiselle?
[Sighs, and wilts...]
My pardons. I am...
[He's nearly inside out over Ilsa, fearing for her life. And he's angry, and tired, and giving more and more thought to ways to break through and communicate with the Powers of Mayfield...]
Pardon. My temper betrays me.
I'm glad you have refuge, mademoiselle. If you need me, I am going to try to find Ilsa. Failing that I'll be at the church.
Du-te cu fulgere, doamnÄ.